dear diary
my tooth fell off. well, sort of. see when i was in third grade or so (i think i was 9), a really mean kid chased me up a slide. my feet slipped, i hit the edge of it mouth first and the rest, as they say, is history. so i went to the dentist and got this really nifty fake toothy thingy put on. and there it's been for the last 20ish years. i had it repaired once when i was a teenager. so tonight, i'm sitting here, sipping some rum and i do that lip sucky thing that people do when it feels like something stuck in between their teeth (you all know what i'm talking about). and i hear this *grrrt* and feel a *pip* and i'm like .. omg. my tooth ... just fell apart. i mean...who's tooth just falls apart??!?!??!?!?!?
anyway, this is the resulting smile. don't expect to see it again ever lol
i'll see a dentist soon as i can. in the meantime, the fake half-tooth lives in a matchbox. the oddest things happen to me...